The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 87

“I hope you’re proud of yourself, you fucking idiot.” Eliza mumbled.

“Don’t be so hard on him.” Cassie pleaded, rubbing her fingers over Felix’s knuckles.

Eliza scoffed. “That’s going to be hard considering how much of a fucking idiot he is. Next time, when a doctor asks if you’ve eaten, you don’t lie.”

Felix groaned in response and took another spoon of the bland pudding the hospital had given him. He had donated a pint of blood for Isabel, meeting all the requirements of a donor except for the nutritional aspect. As a donor, he was expected to have eaten a healthy, low fat, iron rich meal at least two hours before donating blood but apart from chamomile tea and a bagel for breakfast – and Cassie’s pussy for dinner – he hadn’t eaten anything. So after donating blood, he had stood up and immediately fell flat on his face. As the outstanding relative that Eliza was, she had taken multiple pictures of him, passed out before she had attempted to help. Luckily, after his head had collided with the ground, all he had sustained outwardly was a slight bump to his forehead and not a concussion. Still, the hospital had placed him in one of their recovery rooms for the time being.

Eliza poked his forehead bump and made to poke it again but Felix grabbed her finger before it made contact with his face a second time. “If you try that again, I’m going to break your finger.” He warned.

“But really, are you doing okay?” Cassie asked before Eliza could come up with a comeback.

“Because I still have to check up on Isabel.”

The sun had already started to peak out from beyond the horizon and Isabel was still in surgery. Daniel, not entirely sure of whether he should imitate Cassie by taking care of Felix or Eliza by making fun of him, had remained in the waiting room.

“I’m fine. Go.” Felix said. He watched Cassie leave the room and when he was sure that she was gone, he turned to Eliza. “Spit it out.”

Eliza raised a brow at him. “Are you delusional from the fall? What are you talking about?”

“I’m not the only one that’s hiding something.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do, actually.” Felix said as he sat up and put the half empty cup of pudding on the table beside him. “You’ve been off ever since Cassie and I met you downstairs at the hotel. Don’t bother denying it. You’ve been snarky, I mean, snarkier all day. You have called me a fucking idiot multiple times in the past hour. What’s going on?”

Eliza sighed and lifted herself up to Felix’s bed. “I would have preferred to tell you this when you weren’t recovering from a fainting spell but since you insisted, I’m just going to go right ahead and say it. There is a strong possibility that Isabel’s your sister.”

Felix frowned at her. “Because we have the same blood type? Now you’re the fucking idiot.”

“I am not. Keep in mind that I said it was a strong possibility that she’s your sister. I didn’t come up with that hypothesis because of your similar blood type. It’s the resemblance.”

“She looks nothing like me.”

“I know that. Isabel looks exactly like her mother but she has the same eyes as you amongst other things. The same eyes as your father.”

“You’re giving me a headache, Eliza.” Felix said massaging his temple.

“Suck it up and listen to what I have to say. When we were at the ball, I bumped into Isabel, or rather, she bumped into me. At that moment, I was just struck with just how much she looked like her mother.”

She scoffed. “No. It was just luck that you and Isabel have the same blood type. Rh mod is extremely rare and either of you could have very well gotten your blood types from your mothers. You just both inherited the gene from your dad.” She explained. “I haven’t confirmed my theory about Isabel. She might end up being someone that bears a striking resemblance to Juanita. But I snuck a glance at her chart when the nurse came to draw your blood and if your dad and Juanita had a child around the time that she was his nurse, that child would be around Isabel’s age.”

“There’s too many ifs in your theory.”

“I know. That’s why I didn’t want to bring it up until I had concrete evidence but you forced me to. If we can do a DNA test, or get Isabel’s birth certificate or maybe even your dad’s scrapbook, we should be able to come to a conclusion.”

Felix sighed. “And what should we do until then?”

“We should wait for Isabel to get better before we tell her anything. I’d do the DNA test behind her back if that weren’t illegal so we’d have to wait for her to give signed consent. Until then, you should just sit tight, eat your pudding and gather your strength. You still have to figure out how to break the news to Cassie about the fact that her house was aflame in a possible arson.”

Felix took a spoonful of his pudding. He had almost forgotten about that. He would have to take everything one step at a time. He would first have to get in touch with a private investigator to see if it was possible to track down Juanita. Isabel thought she was an orphan. If she was indeed his half-sister and her mother was out there, she needed to know. Then, to be absolutely certain that he and Isabel were related, he would request for a DNA test. He also had to factor in telling Cassie about the news of her house and then possibly drive her over so that she could salvage whatever she could from the embers and ashes.

Cassie burst through the doors excitedly. “Isabel’s out of surgery. I don’t think she’s awake yet but Daniel has gone to see her. I’m heading to her room after this but I just thought you should know.” She squealed. “If you’re feeling better, can you drive me back home so that I can pick up some clothes for Isabel?” She asked, addressing Felix.

“You can’t go home.” He said blankly.

“Why not? Isabel’s going to need a change of clothes. Hospital gowns don’t cover people’s asses. Even if we run her dress through a washing machine, I don’t think she could wear it again. There’d be a gaping hole in the front and I reckon that it would bring back bad memories for her.”

“I understand. But you still can’t go home. Amanda called while I was looking for somewhere to park. Your house was on fire. And the police think it was arson.” He declared.